The man teased me for caring about the homeless, unaware that among them was his own mother, whom he had been searching for many years.
Going to the homeless again? That’s the fifth time this week,» I said, sipping my coffee while browsing the morning news on my tablet. «They probably consider you a saint by now.» Alina froze, holding the bags. That familiar smile appeared on her face — restrained, with a hint of hurt, a look I’d learned […]
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